Hagre

The hood deep in her face

her old clothes blown by the wind

she' s a restless wanderer in time

the way is her aim in her life.

Her shadow disappear in the forest

changes into deep fog

she is a master of deception

you turn around and just hear her knock.

Thousand years she lives

to protect and heal

to hunt and kill

for the balance of the world

The old wise woman from the wood

you all know what she did?

she destroyed my life

this goddamned wife.

Now I want it back.

She is the breath in every spell

the whispering near a grave

silent murmurs full of might

witchcraft words in the night.

She is the abbys, darkest space

beneath the holy wariwulfe

the punishment hammer of god

to fullfill eternal laws.